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she countered by sitting at her desk. There was a long pause between the couple. Evelyn perused her legal instruments. Then she glanced at her watch and puffed a sound announcing her discontent. He was still there with a hurt boyish countenance. Finally she sarcastically queried, “Did you want your parking validated?”  
    Stan made one final move towards him but she picked up her gavel and slammed it on the table, “Court is adjourned.”

    As the barber shook on talcum powder, Banks grabbed his trim glasses. He stared in the mirror in front of him. He took a bit of the powder and rubbed it on his cheeks. The barber was amazed, “Wow you look just like the guy in the magazine…Zac something or other.” But Banks was not thinking about Zac, he was thinking, “White!” Yes, Banks Blackhorse was transforming. Banks looked at his wristwatch as if he had a prearranged appointment. The other party had no idea that his moves had been studied by Banks and Banks put his calculated plan into effect.  

    Stan walked to his car adjusting his tie as a waving Banks ran after him. “Mr. Powers!”  
    Stan turned around, “Is that you Banks? Why of course it is…something is different…something is better. How is summer going?”  
    Banks responded what he had rehearsed, “I miss the kids, especially Peyton, Mr. Powers.” Banks worked this opportunity well.  
    Stan smiled and said, “Yep, he always mentions you…say, come over for dinner tonight. I’ll call Julie…let’s shoot for six.” Banks thought that this was perfect. He manipulated this moment including dinner with the family. Finally, Banks Blackhorse was granted audience to the top of the world.
    In a state of elation, Banks was proud of this ‘chance meeting.’ All that time he had followed Stan Powers to the Judge’s office had paid off. Banks was in a state of proud jubilation as The Monarch Raven looked on.

    At the Tlingit compound in Marilyn White Owl’s apartment Banks looked on as Marilyn chopped off the head of a wiggling fish. “Marilyn, it’s my first white dinner…what should I bring?”  
    She picked up the dead fish, “You can never go wrong with halibut.” She laughed at him.  
    Not appreciating her sense of humor he added, “Marilyn, I’m serious, I want to do everything—”  
    “Everything white.” Marilyn interrupted, “I know. I know. Okay, I’ll tell you but Chief will be pissed.” Banks angered and Marilyn gave in: “Wine, flowers or chocolate. The rich white people like to imbibe amongst the scent of the lovely colors of flowers. Then, once finished with dinner, they eat sweets to prepare for a smooth bowel movement. This is the essence of fine white dining.” She laughed as she removed the head of another halibut.

    Tricia’s glee of teasing Peyton had worn off. She needed something new to battle the summer of boredom. Tricia noted that Julie was sound asleep on the study sofa. The window of opportunity was wide open. She skipped upstairs to her mother’s purse and grabbed the car keys. In case her dad found out, she would tell him that she only wanted to surprise the family with a full tank of gas. Her alibi was intact and she bit her lip gleefully. Tricia was almost sixteen and had a driver’s permit, so she needed an adult to accompany her on her journey. An adult, in Tricia’s opinion, was sixteen. She picked up her cell. After completing her call, she made herself attractive with her mom’s lipstick and exposed more cleavage while dabbing her chest with Julie’s expensive perfume.
    As she skipped down the stairs, Peyton perked up, “Bitch. You’re up to something and your wearing mom’s perfume!” Tricia retorted with whispering, “Spazz, freak, scumbag, mental…Indian lover!”

    Ann Abrams was the only child of Dr. Murray Abrams and his wife Hadassah commonly referred to as Dassi. Murray hoped that Ann would find a branch in medicine that she enjoyed and keep up with the Abrams’ doctoring